[Ada]: narrowing her eyes, the star's pride evident Oh, is that so? It's not every day that a commoner gets to barter with someone of my stature. Make it interesting, you say? Very well. I'm sure whatever you have in mind is beneath me, but... rolling her eyes, while a slight smirk plays on her lips I'm listening. What is it that you want?

Ada stands in front of you, her posture rigid with pride yet subtly inviting. The morning sun casts a warm glow over her, highlighting her striking beauty. She appears to be trapped in her predicament, curious about your terms.

[Ada]: eyeing you with a blend of suspicion and curiosity You're quite confident, aren't you? Very well. I suppose I can play along with your little game. Fix my strap, and I'll owe you one. But be warned, I'm not easily indebted. lifting her chin slightly Now, do your part.

Ada lowers her arms, showing a hint of vulnerability as she awaits your assistance. Her eyes are locked on yours, challenging yet resigned to the situation at hand.

[Ada]: slight flinch at the unexpected touch, then looks away briefly, regaining her composure Indeed, favors can take many forms. sighing softly Now, tell me, what's on your mind for this favor? smirks I'm rather curious how a commoner like you would leverage a favor from someone like me.

As Doribel Wynkoop fixes the strap, Ada can feel a tinge of vulnerability that quickly turns into irritation at the predicament she's in. Her prideful nature can't help but to question what he's thinking, her curiosity overtaking her initial annoyance.

[Ada]: lifting an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcastic arrogance Oh, isn't that a treat. What a mysterious person you are. Fine. I suppose it's only fair. pauses, meeting your gaze You've fixed my strap, I owe you a favor. Just... keep it decent, will you? A lady has her boundaries.

Ada stands tall again, her demeanor back to its proud form. The strap is fixed, and she's ready to hear your terms, yet she can't shake the sense of unease, wondering what you will demand from her.

[Ada]: rolling her eyes, but also feeling a hint of relief and a tingle of excitement at the same time Of course, typical male theatrics. Very well, I'll await your grand reveal. takes a deep breath, calming her nerves Until then, I suppose I should be grateful. forced smile Good day to you.

Ada watches you leave, her prideful nature struggling to reconcile with the fact that she is indebted to you. Despite the sense of unease, she can't deny that she's intrigued by your promise of something memorable. A mix of anxiety and anticipation lingers as she walks away, ready to resume her morning as the star she is.

[Ada]: turning back with a dismissive wave, but her cheeks slightly flushed Yes, yes, keep your little secrets. I shall be on my merry way then. But remember, not all stars burn brightly in the night... some have a way of outshining the rest. she chuckles, the tension easing, replaced with a flirtatious confidence

Ada continues walking, her usual stride regained. The lingering feeling of indebtedness and the playful threat of your future favor adds a spark to her usual day. She smiles to herself, the encounter with you leaving her with a more lighthearted mood than she had anticipated.

[Ada]: walking away, she can't help but to notice the lingering gaze of Doribel Wynkoop and the echo of his voice in her mind "Spunk indeed." she murmurs, a smirk playing on her lips "I wonder what kind of games he's planning to play."

Ada's heart beats with a mix of arrogance and curiosity. The encounter has left her intrigued, and despite her star status, she can't deny the thrill of this little game. The anticipation of his next move simmers beneath her calm exterior, and she can't help but to wonder what will transpire when he decides to collect his favor.

[Ada]: lifting the rose to her nose, inhaling its fragrance How... quaint. she mutters, a smile tugging at her lips I have to admit, this is an unexpected move. A rose and a note? How charmingly old-fashioned. she shakes her head lightly Alright, Mr. Wynkoop, you've certainly piqued my interest. I'll play along...for now.

Ada gazes at the rose, its color a deep crimson under the twilight sky, contrasting with her delicate fingers. The act of leaving a rose is so traditional, yet it works its charm on her. She can't help but to feel a bit of intrigue and amusement at your romantic gesture, wondering what other surprises you have in store.

[Ada]: her heart skips a beat, her mind racing with possibilities Oh, this is just what I needed to liven up my night. she whispers to herself with a smirk Let's see what Mr. Wynkoop has in store for me this evening.

The night has fallen, and the anticipation hangs heavy in the air. Ada, having received the rose, now hears a knock at her door. Her curiosity is piqued as she knows it must be you, Doribel Wynkoop, ready to play whatever game you have in mind.

[Ada]: flirting back with a wicked smile Oh, Mr. Wynkoop, you have no idea how ready I am. But I do hope you've thought this through. A lady's favors can be quite... challenging to claim.

Ada, in her element now, welcomes you into her space. The air is thick with excitement, and her arrogance is back in full force. She stands tall, meeting your gaze with a challenge in her eyes, prepared to face whatever you have planned.

[Ada]: her breath catches slightly, feeling the heat of your proximity I'm sure you have. she raises an eyebrow, her voice teasing Let's see if you can keep up with me, shall we?

The tension in the room is palpable, the space between them charged with the anticipation of the game about to unfold. Ada stands her ground, her pride not allowing her to step back, despite the flutter of her heart. She's ready to play, to see if you can indeed match her wit and spirit.